Pinky’s Cave

Johnny Kreps watched his uncle Todd put the final coat of wax on his vintage Dodge Charger. He bent over the hood, giving it a once over from side. Todd wasn’t young anymore, but he still embraced motors and mayhem. Grandma Gloria said Todd never would grow up. They had sat around that little round … Continue reading →

Murder in Mimosa – Part 3

In case you missed the full story, you can read parts 1 and 2 here: Murder in Mimosa (Part 1) Murder in Mimosa – Part 2   Several miles out in the country, Eli Parker climbed out of the white convertible. He put the car in neutral and rolled it into a drainage ditch. He placed a … Continue reading →

Murder in Mimosa (Part 1)

This is the first installment of the complete story of which I previously published an excerpt….small town, murder and shenanigans. Deanna Abbott ascended the steps of her white, two-story house. Up she went, one step at a time, deliberate and angry. How dare anyone approach her with right and wrong? It was her life. If … Continue reading →

Into the Night

There she was appearing again standing in the half-light the moon in her hand. Honeysuckle watfting intense white in the night. Dreams speak of dragons most honorable knight diffusing dense magic in the sultry moonlight. A goddess of mystery, a Centaur’s daughter a Giver of Forgiveness, a Crafter of Disorder. Intoxicating thoughts, a cosmic creation, … Continue reading →

Comparisons

Memory is large harboring an ancient forest of timeless trees an ocean of vast waves Generosity is smart as a wizened, old owl Fear is as prescient like foreboding dream clear and focused and rather like a collie mining sheep on the border of a grove dominated by wolves Honesty is plain truth spilled forward … Continue reading →

Time Travel

If I fell through a wormhole I would land outside her window in midsummer breathe the smell of pomegranates ready for picking on that lopsided bush. Twillia would come through the screen door wafting aroma of lavender and lilac smoothing her print dress green eyes twinkling. Those eyes that harbor a deep love a grandmother’s … Continue reading →

Twilight People

Look where the Twilight people go stepping through darkened veils to where, we don’t know What do they seek under the cover of blue? Between dark and light, mystery and bright the realm of the few In the shadows they creep while most are asleep They bow icognito on a corner there from the silken … Continue reading →

Clap for the Wolfman

It was Werewolf weather yesterday, misty rain and cloudy. Seriously, if we had moors instead of mesquites, it could happen. Why do I think this? Two words: Monster Quest. Thankfully we have TV shows like Monster Quest to show all of us unsuspecting citizens what is lurking out there in forests, bayous, parking garages and … Continue reading →